Last week we were talking about ants, people and the small traditions that sustain us day to day. Well, a few meters from my house I found this billboard with the same metaphor of the insects. Unlike the anthill imagined by me—where everyone has a place—here there is a creature apart. It frightens me to think that the lonely little ant represents the intellectual, or people—like me—who are informal workers because we have no licenses to be Spanish teachers or other worthy occupations. The tiny segregated one could refer to those who receive remittances and see no sense in working for a salary more symbolic than useful. On the left, below this billboard, you could see a woman who sells coffee at the corner of my house, who gets up at five to brew it and plays hide-and-seek with the police. The young man who left his studies and sews shoes at the workshop of his cousin, though the Sector Head considers him an habitual vagrant, a derelict, who refuses a job commensurate with his qualifications because he’s not politically correct. Many could be the tiny ant who carries no leaves in his hands… because the others are not only the workers, but also the authorities, the group of those who never get out of line.
* ntil the 27th of this month, each new post will carry a reminder of the online voting for the Bobs awards. Remember that Generation Y is competing in three categories: Best Weblog, Reporters Without Borders Special Award and Best Blog in Spanish. Here is the link:
* The BOBs: CLICK HERE TO VOTE!!
Thanks to the translator for the instructions on how to leave a comment on The Bobs!
I finally was able to leave one!
4 more days and counting!!! Vote vote vote!
She’s only 2% behind in Best weblog!
And she’s 13% in Reporters with Borders!
THE SIGNS IN CUBA ARE A JOKE. FUNNY IF YOU DON’T LIVE THERE.